Gul'dan shook his head helplessly, feeling regretful. The orc magicians of the Shadow Council had either died or gone missing in that naval battle; even Galle had disappeared without a trace, leaving only Tarlon Blood Demon by his side. Otherwise, there would have been no need for such trouble, resorting to these useless adventurers masquerading as magicians.
Although their strength was passable, he always felt something was off about these adventurer magicians, their demon summoning felt like a fashion show.
He shot Tarlon Blood Demon a glance, and the latter immediately charged over in rage, delivering a series of punches and kicks to the apprentices, "Get a grip, you wastes of space, the master is about to start the summoning."
Soon after, the orc magicians arranged themselves around the magic circle. Gul'dan, standing at the summoner's position, raised his magic wand and began to cast fel magic.